Thursday, April 29, 2010
So, here is what I am going to do...
I would like to honor all the moms and grandmas out there (Sorry Jim-Dad! You could enter on mom's behalf...) with a Mother's Day surprise. On Mother's Day, I will select two winners... one grandma and one mom, to win a special something from moi. It will be my "thank you" for all your encouragement, prayers and kind words left, as I ride through my own roller coaster world called "motherhood."
Here is what I need you to do...
1. Tell me if you are just a mother or a grandmother too.
2. Tell me how many children and grandchildren you have. (Include stepchildren, foster children, etc...)
3. Tell me what your favorite color is.
4. Tell me your favorite hobby.
5. Tell me what being a mom/grandma means to you.
What will you win? Hee! Hee! I think I will leave that a surprise. (In other words, I haven't decided yet. :) ) But I promise IT WILL BE GOOD!
I will announce the winner and the prize on Mother's Day!
Hope you join in the fun, 'cause I am so ready to shop and give back to my friends!
Hope you are having a beautiful week!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
A note written by my sweet redheaded, blue eyed nephew, Sawyer. I had sent him something for his birthday and a little something letting him know I was praying for him. Easter weekend he gave me this. Isn't it precious? (Don't you love how he spelled my name?!!!) I almost cried when he handed it to me. My sister said he wrote it all by himself. He really is a sweetie!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Anyway, this guy has decided he wants to learn to play the guitar. One more way he can be like his dad, I guess. We have a junior guitar we bought Kayla several years back that he has been playing around on... Kev has taught him a few notes and he can even play a song, ALREADY. It isn't perfect, but good enough I can tell what he is playing. (He has only been playing for a week or two.) If he keeps practicing there might just be a new guitar in his future.
This mom, who sings off key half the time and can't play an instrument to save her life, thinks her musically inclined kiddos are simply AMAZING. (His sister plays the piano and flute.)
Want to know what song he can play? It is a goodie!!!
Chris Tomlin's "Amazing Grace, My Chains are Gone."
Hope you and yours are having an AMAZING day!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
I said all of that to say, that if you don't mind, I think I will keep things simple this week. (Unless something BIG happens, of course.) No deep soul searching posts, just simplicity. Finding pure joy in the little things...
Beautiful, huh? This was our beautiful blue sky, taken the day after the storms... How something so beautiful could have been so dark and angry the night before. There might not be a rainbow present in this picture, but I believe it still proves there is beauty "after" the storms of life...
Oops! And I said I would keep it simple and not go to the "deep" side of things. Guess I just can't help myself sometimes.
Here is hoping and praying you and yours have a beautiful week, filled with BEAUTIFUL BLUE SKIES.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
YES, I have come a long way...
BUT, then we will have a weekend like this one. The kind where EVERY weatherperson is declaring it to be one of the WORST weekends for STORMS, including HAIL, HEAVY RAIN AND FLOODING, STRONG WINDS AND TORNADOES.
As I have stated, my fear of the thunder and lightening has lightened up. As long as I am safe in my home or in another building, I'm fine. I guess you can say I've grown up a little and gotten through a BIG childhood fear. No, I now sleep fine. I am able to remain calm.
UNLESS, the word TORNADO is mentioned. Panic sets in on a very high setting. I KNOW WHAT THEY ARE CAPABLE OF, SEEN WHAT THEY ARE CAPABLE OF and basically I AM SCARED TO DEATH OF THE WINDY THINGS!!!
So guess who didn't sleep much last night? Guess who woke up and turned on the TV every time she heard a little thunder? Guess who was up at 5:00a.m. this morning tracking a tornado headed her way, only for the warning and rotating clouds to head 7 miles south of our little town? (Thank you, Lord!) Guess who went back to bed, when the warnings had pasted at 9:00a.m. and slept until 2:00p.m. this afternoon?
Yep, that would be me!
I'm sitting here at the computer, THANKFUL, for another escape from the raging storms outside. Praying for those in neighboring states, feeling the brunt of the storm that pasted my way earlier. On the TV, one reporter just announced damaged homes just across the River from our state. Scary stuff. In a matter of seconds the BIG BAD WOLF can BLOW A HOUSE AND HOME DOWN. In seconds...
As I left for work yesterday morning, the Lord knew my heart. HE knew that I was worried. HE knew that I knew storms were headed our way, and that my mommy heart was having a hard time letting her babies go to two different schools to wait for the raging winds to hit. HE knew I was worried about the hubby, who had been gone on a trip all week, who was driving across the state of Arkansas, possibly in bad weather. He knew that the responsibility I have to take care of my babies, all eight of them during storms that could go very wrong, scares the life out of me... HE KNEW I NEEDED TO BE REMINDED OF HIS PRESENCE THROUGHOUT THE DAY.
So, you know what song HE dedicated just for me on the radio yesterday morning? Oh, I know the DJ didn't personally say this "song goes out to Mich, from the Heavenly Father himself." But, I DO NOT believe it was an accident, that it was playing as I made my way to work. The good Lord was sending me a message LOUD AND CLEAR. He wanted me to know that what ever happened, HE WAS STILL THERE, STILL GOD, STILL IN CONTROL AND TOTALLY WORTHY OF MY PRAISE. Totally.
Truth is, that it doesn't have to be a physical storm that comes roaring our way, for God to care. He is there for us through every storm in life. Sickness, broken hearts, financial problems, death of a loved one, even dealing with the "mean kids" at school. He is there and ALWAYS WORTHY OF MY PRAISE.
So, as I'm sitting here, reminded of all the storms of the past, that the Lord as seen me through, I'm praying that He will help me to continue to "grow up" in His WORD, His LOVE and KNOW His PERFECT PEACE, so that I can remain calm when in the eye of the storms, this world will constantly throw my way. May, I let Him help me build a safety net of HIS BRICKS (surrounding my heart and home in prayer and His word), so the BIG BAD WOLF can't blow me and mine down within seconds.
Want to know what song was playing?
Here is praying that you will find reasons to PRAISE HIM in your storms of life. And if you are going through a weekend of rough weather like I was, I'm praying for you and HIS PERFECT PEACE.
Blessings and prayers...
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Yes, being pregnant and going through labor are never easy tasks, but sometimes I think I would rather be taking deep breathes and pushing for life, then deal with some of the day to day tasks of motherhood.
First there is the "June Cleaver" standard that I will NEVER live up to. My house will not always be clean, the laundry will not be caught up and I'm afraid we don't have a home cooked meal at the dinner table every night. Not going to happen in today's world. Not with our busy schedules.
Second, I can NEVER live up to the "Mary, mother of Jesus" standard, because frankly I am too selfish. We recently watched "The Passion" with our kids. Every time I watch that movie, my heart weeps for Mary. Watching her watch her son fulfill His purpose at ALL COSTS, leaves sickening butterflies in the pit of my stomach. As a mom we want our kids to grow up and be the best they can be. As a Christian mom, I desire for my kids to be all they can be for Christ. The question is, will I be able to let them go unselfishly? No matter what the costs may be? I'm afraid my mommy heart is so very selfish at times.
Third, I can't always live up to the standards that I have told my own daughter to aim for. In turn the "bar" she has set for me is VERY HIGH, VERY COSTLY and on some days, I'm really not sure if I can live up to it. Me being all imperfect and weak sometimes.
I know you are probably wondering why all of a sudden I'm so somber. As you know I have had to deal with several issues lately with my daughter and the mess that surrounds the middle school age. It leaves me thinking and praying A LOT. She is doing alright today. She is dealing with what comes her way, when it comes. She is one strong cookie, and I am so very proud.
However, in the middle of all the "mean girl" talk, school frustrations and how to act and respond, there is A LOT OF TALKING about EVERYTHING. Everything is not always an easy subject for mom. In fact, some days it is down right impossible to make sense of it all. Some days I feel the pressure looming, the bar rising and my heart sinking. Truth is, how can I expect my kid to act and be a certain way, if I am not willing to walk that way myself. In other words I have plenty of guilt sometimes. Plenty. Every day I have to throw my hands up and thank the Lord for His GRACE.
This past weekend something happened around here that was questionable. I prefer not to tell details, people involved, etc... because there are people in my little town that do read my blog from time to time. In other words I am not setting out to be judge and jury on anything. I am simply relating how I feel. This particular situation left me confused. My hubby said it best when he said it was "Christian people being WORLDLY." It made us look at certain situations and individuals and "question" everything we thought we knew about them. It made me think A LOT. It also made me feel guilty. Just thinking about it made me feel yucky.
Yesterday, I had a conversation that added to that guilt and made my mommy heart tingle. We were back on the subject of why girls have to be mean sometimes. A normal conversation these days, 'cause Kayla is just trying to understand. In the middle of the conversation, she implied that she had been called "Miss Goody Two Shoes." UGH! I so know where this is going. I have so been there and done that. Poor baby. My daddy was a minister too. There is a reason minister kids can sometimes be the worst, they have a reputation they set out to destroy...
NOBODY likes being called "goody goody." Nobody. It doesn't matter if you are... the phrase has a negative affect on anyone it lands on. It's so sad.
I did my best to once again encourage. I tried my best to not "preach," but listen. I tried. But I thought a lot in between too. And then it was said. The words that pierced my heart and made me feel like a total failure.
"Mom, it is so hard to know what is right and wrong anymore. The world is full of grey. There are a lot of grey people walking around. We are told not to do this and that, when we are young, yet the TV shows we watch, the music we listen to, the gossip being spoken, tells me something else. When the people I love and admire, both young and old, friends and relatives, say they follow Christ yet accept so much of the world as being OK, how do I know what is black and white anymore. I'm confused." (Of course I rephrased an hour conversation, into my own words and a few lines, but you get the meaning.)
OUCH! That bar is so very high...
I have to ask myself, is it alright for me to watch the rated R movie just because I am an adult. Is it alright to watch television shows that make me smile, but make me uncomfortable if my child is in the room. That favorite song on the radio, with the questionable line or word, is it alright for me to listen to it, as long as I don't play it when my kids are in the car? What about that book sitting on the shelf, the one I wouldn't want my little girl to read, but I couldn't put it down until I had read every page? I teach my children to "turn the other cheek," but do I? How many times have I acted one way on Sunday morning, yet found the dirty jokes, gossip tidbits or rumors humorous on Monday morning? It is like we as Christians have said, "If we can't beat them, we will just join them." The lines are so very blurry these days, that I even question what is right and wrong all the time, myself.
OUCH, indeed. My toes were severely stepped on and God used my own daughter to do it.
I guess I will take this one day at a time and try my best to walk carefully. However, I think I should probably not let myself grow so callous of worldly things, that I don't even feel the guilt in certain situations anymore. Lines are being crossed everyday, friends. The only way I will ever reach the bar, is if the Lord pushes me up and opens my eyes to see past it. That has to be my goal. The stakes are too high to not at least aim for that. My baby girl and boy's life depends on it. They depend on me. God gave me these precious people to raise. I need to try my hardest to honor Him in that.
On a happy note, my sweetie pie of a daughter ended our conversation with a smile. She makes me smile anyway... She said this, "Mom, it hurts a little when they called me 'Miss Goody Two Shoes.' But truthfully, they are wrong. I think I am the true rebel at school."
HUH? My mommy heart skipped a beat. Where is she going with this?
"You see, it takes a REBEL to not act like everyone else. It actually takes a REBEL to be 'good' these days."
Thank you, Lord. This girl does my heart good. Let the REBELLION begin. :)
This HELPS bunches with the little lines under my aging eyes. I have only used it for a week and already LOVE it. Got it at Sally's for less than 10 buckaroos.
Need a quick breakfast or snack idea? I found these 100 calorie treats a while back. Unfortunately our store can't seem to keep them in stock.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
As I have said before, Kayla has a sense of style all of her own. She has the independent, free spirit attitude to pull it all off too. Most of the time, as long as she is modest, her dad and I let her express herself. Some days it can backfire...
Wednesday she wore a questionable combination. I didn't see it till after I got home from work, but I didn't think it was terrible. I probably wouldn't have put the items together, but then I feel that way about a lot of things she wears, that everyone thinks is "so cute." Anyhoodle, she went to school and was attacked. Not only was she attacked for what she was wearing but it was her FRIENDS that did the attacking! One "friend" picked everything a part... EVERYTHING.
THEN, to make things worse, another FRIEND informed my sweet girl that she was on a list of "ugly" girls that one of the boys had talked about. Nothing hurts a 13 year old more than for someone to call them ugly. Shoot, nothing hurts a 39 year old (me) more than for someone to tell me that I am ugly.
As you can guess, tears were shed. Angry words were vented (all at home, of course). And my baby was in "depressed" mode all Wednesday night. However, I was very proud of her. You see, she might have been hurt, but she didn't come straight home from school and change her clothes, she wore the same outfit to youth group. The only thing changed was her shoes. And we still went and picked up the other friend to take her to youth with us, and not a word about it was said. Kayla was only a little quieter that night is all. She was strong and I loved her for it.
You see, she knows that not everyone likes her style. Shoot she is use to my raised eyebrow. No, what crushed her was that it was her FRIENDS that decided to gang up on her that morning and pick her apart. She also deep down believes that a certain boy has a right to his opinion. Truth is, Kayla doesn't think he is very cute either. She hurt mainly because her friend decided to throw otherwise useless info back in her face, for no reason. It wsn't like Kayla asked whether he liked her or anything. Kayla never gave him a second thought until Wednesday.
So, as you can imagine, I tried to be the best mommy I could be. This was one time that I told the truth when I said "I so understand!" And I do. I have so been there. Let's see, there was the time that my best friend went out with the boy she KNEW I was in total love with. OR how about the time that my boyfriend told me that his best friend thought I was ugly. That stung. Or the time I wasn't invited to the big party and everyone else was. Yep! Life stinks sometimes. The teenage years can be so brutal on the self esteem. I spent the evening trying my best to encourage her and let her know that she will survive.
After encouraging, lending a shoulder for tears and boosting her self esteem back up again, I did the only thing I could. I promised her a girls night Saturday.
Today, being Saturday was our date. We went here...
Retail therapy people! We bought a new shirt and earrings. I bought the shirt for her and she spent her allowance on the earrings.
And then we went here and I finally saw the smile of smiles.
My girl found her a new pair of shoes. Did I tell you that my girl loves her some shoes?! Well she does. She found these...
They had just enough "bling" to make her a very happy girl. I liked them 'cause I paid less. :) Actually I had to do the "BOGO" thing, so I got me a new pair as well...
Comfy. And just so they don't look like "grandma" shoes, they are silver with a silver buckle. Kayla liked them, so I guess I did good. :)
We also went and saw this...
I cried. I am not a huge Miley fan. I'm afraid I got burned out on the whole Hannah Montana thing when Kayla was younger, but she did a good job in this movie. Being a Nicholas Sparks fan, I knew I would love it. His movies make me smile, laugh and cry. I always leave the theater feeling better because I think I have released about every emotion possible. It was a good movie.
And my baby girl is smiling again. Funny, what a little shopping, a new pair of shoes and time with mommy can accomplish. I cherish these moments, for I know as she gets older, they will be fewer and farther apart.
There was a song from the movie called "When I look at You." I know in the video it is a "love" song, but I think it can apply to anyone we give our love to.
Hope you are having a beautiful weekend spending time with those you love.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
(I LOVE this picture of him acting like his totally crazy, will drive you nuts, adorable self!)
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
My hubby was up in the night with a tummy ache, something he ate didn't agree with him. Which means I was awake too. My night went by way too fast for my liking. I dragged out of bed this morning... I was exactly three minutes late for work. Maybe I still have a job. :)
This week is BENCHMARK in my little corner of the world. The WORST school week of the year for grades 8Th and under. My poor babies have to endure testing all week long. Don't you know there will be some good humor around our house in the evenings. Let the bottled up frustration flow, kiddos, let it flow. Mom is already bracing herself...
It is never good to start the week with no clean clothes. We had a super busy weekend... so I guess I have laundry duty tonight. Oh, the joy!
Did you know it was Monday?!!! Oh where, oh where did my little weekend go?
But you know what? Even though it is gearing up to be "one of those weeks," I'm happy. I am really trying to not fret over the little things, for when I remember how little some people have... I have beautiful kids, despite their fussy attitudes. I have a hubby who needs me, instead of one who could care less. At least I have a job, when so many don't and yes, I have plenty of things to wear, dirty or clean. So, my new goal is to take things in stride, appreciate all the little stuff more and just plain be HAPPY. Want to join me in this challenge?
I will end today's post with another Mich story for you to laugh at. This one beats dancing with the wasp BIG TIME!
Anyway, after church, yesterday afternoon, we had a Bridal shower for the church secretary's daughter. A beautiful girl, inside and out, who grew up in the church. She had one of the biggest showers I have been to, since moving here. I was one of TWENTY hostesses. Yeah, you heard me right. And the room was packed. As for the gifts... THREE tables full, plus packages on the floor.
I was the gift lady, which meant after the bride-to-be opened something and showed her family, I took the gift and placed it on a table for everyone else to GAWK over. You do have to remember you are at church, ladies. No coveting here, please. :)
She received a lot of gifts and my feet hurt from standing for THREE hours. The shower was only suppose to last an hour and a half, but by the time I helped clean up and packed up the slew of gifts, well it was after four. Yep, pretty tired.
Now for the funny part. God really does seem to want to teach me humility this week. Seriously, every time I turn around I am doing something crazy and embarrassing myself to no end. Yesterday would be no different.
I had been standing doing my "job," for a while when one of the other hostesses said she would let me have a break. So I went straight to the punch bowl. The punch bowl was one of those that have a spigot. I'm sure there is a fancy name for them, but since I don't know it, I found a picture. Beautiful, but I am really missing the old fashion kind with a ladle, right now.
Anyway, I went to get me a drink. I put my cup under the spigot, lifted and expected the sweet punch to flow. Oh it flowed alright, but the whole punch bowl broke into two pieces, the part containing the punch, separated from the pedestal it was connected to. Mind you the punch is still flowing... Friends, my heart stopped, I could feel my face turning three different shades of bright red, I was scared to death that I had broken the punch bowl.
Here I was, with a broken piece of beautiful crystal in one hand, while punch was drowning the table, mortified. That is when you wish the ground would rise and swallow you whole. That is when you are thankful that you are among friends. SERIOUSLY!
After a couple of ladies came to my rescue and the mess was cleaned up, a couple of the ladies started to giggle. You see, they had "glued" the two pieces together before the shower "praying" that it would stay together. And it did for the better part of the shower...well, until "I" decided I needed a drink, that is. God, I do think you have a sense of humor. All in the attempt to say "Mich, get over yourself!" I'm sure.
I have to laugh now, but for a quick moment I was doing nothing but panicking. I am so thankful God graced me with a sense of humor and the ability to laugh at myself. I was very embarrassed, but I have had a good laugh over the whole thing since. Needless to say, the ladies think I should stick to the gifts and allow someone else to get the punch, in the future. :)
Hope you have a beautiful week!
Say a prayer for my kiddos. They have Benchmark testing this week. UGH!!!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
The Easter pictures with the "red" itchy shade of humbleness. Funny, we took pictures after church too and the allergy attack was gone. :)
Monday, April 5, 2010
Pictures, Pictures, and even more Pictures of my FAVORITE PEOPLE!!! (Yes, Amb, that includes YOU!!!)
My dad's little country church put on "The Living Lord's Supper." They did a FANTASTIC job.
I saw this gal pal, one of my truly FAVORITE people in the world, my little sis. Also known to Kayla and Jordan as "Auntie Amb." Grammy's house just wouldn't be the same without her "rascally" bunch there.
CUTE! Kirk (the BIL) almost smiled. I can at least see his cute dimple.
Me and the "baby" of the family. Shh... I KNOW he is really a "BIG" boy now, but the women in my family refuse to let our baby grow up. Tate is just the cutest...with his daddy's dimple, of course.
My two favorite red haired boys. Sawyer with his Uncle Kev. Many people when they see all the gang together, actually think Sawyer belongs to me.
Aunt Jo, that would be Jim-Dad's sister is always good for a HUG.
Cousin Rich. Getting him to take a simple picture with a simple smile is a job in its self. He truly CRACKS me up!
The boys all wearing their "Jerusalem" hats that my dad got them on his trip to Israel.
Jim-Dad. Love him LOTS too. I am one BLESSED gal.
The DREADED Easter pose, taken before Sunday School. At least Jordan half-smiled.
My flower child. She definitely has her own sense of style. Yet, I find her ADORABLE!!!
I LOVE THESE THREE so very much!!!
My hubby got his first PINK shirt this year. He looked cute and the teenagers thought he looked COOL. He even had a bright pink tie to match, but by the time the camera came out after church, the tie was OFF.
I will end with this picture. Jordan's egg. ENOUGH SAID, I think.
Hope you and yours had a beautiful Easter, rich with LOVE, LAUGHTER and THE SAVIOR.
Prayers and blessings...